Strangers and Pilgrims: A Novel, Volum 1J. Maxwell and Company, 1873 - 621 pàgines |
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Pàgina 21 - Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air. Lo ! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days, The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
Pàgina 5 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Pàgina 180 - My being — had I signed the bond — Still one must lead some life beyond, Have a bliss to die with, dim-descried. This foot once planted on the goal, This glory-garland round my soul, Could I descry such? Try and test! I sink back shuddering from the quest. Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?
Pàgina 254 - Tis what he merits from us, yet th' attempt Were dangerous, he is still the people's idol. Marg. And so perhaps shall Marg'ret be ; applause Waits on success ; the fickle multitude, Like the light straw that floats along the stream, Glide with the current still and follow fortune.
Pàgina 37 - A spirit so resolved to tread Upon thy throat, and live exempt From all the nets that thou canst spread. I know thy forms are studied arts, Thy subtle ways, be narrow straits; Thy courtesy but sudden starts, And what thou call'st thy gifts are baits. I know too, though thou strut, and paint, Yet art thou both shrunk up, and old, That only fools make thee a saint, And all thy good is to be sold.
Pàgina 161 - Paulyn was seated in this chair, with a little three-cornered shawl of her own knitting drawn tightly round her skinny shoulders, as if she would thereby have eked out the sparing supply of fuel. Miss Disney sat at one of the little tables remote from the fire, copying a column of figures into an account-book. Both ladies rose to receive their guests, but not with a rapturous greeting. ' It's very good of you to come all this way to see a quiet old woman like me.
Pàgina 289 - Conscience was slow to answer that question. ' How dare you talk to me like that ?' she exclaimed. ' I — I will never speak to you again as long as I live, Lord Paulyn.' A woman's favourite threat in moments of extremity, and generally the prelude to a torrent of words. ' By the right you've given me every day for the last six weeks. By the right which the world has assumed when it couples our names, as they are coupled by every one who knows us. Throw me over, if you like ; but it will be the...
Pàgina 248 - My aunt had no right to say anything of the kind.' ' 0, but it's positively absurd,' exclaimed the Viscount, ' going back just when there'll be most people in town, and to such a dingy old hole as Hawleigh. What possible necessity can there be for your returning ? Mr. Luttrell has your three sisters to take care of him. He'll do well enough, I should...